Chapters (70)
- About the Author
- Also by Ruth Hogan
- Title Page
- Imprint Page
- How to use this eBook
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Contents
- The Promise
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- A few thoughts and more than a few thanks
- A Word About Our Covers
- Endmatter page 1
‘Star belonged to our neighbour, Jimmy Cox, the pawnbroker,’ Ruby began. ‘He always was a poor excuse for a man and when his mum died, he got worse, coming home drunk and letting the house and garden go to rack and ruin. The dog was his mum’s – God rest her soul – and once she was gone, he made Star’s life a living hell. He left her outside in all weathers and rarely fed her. She’s barely more than a bag of bones, and Treasure was forever feeding her scraps through a hole in the fence.’
Imelda instinctively dropped her hand to rub Grisha’s furry head. She remembered well the cards that she had read for the pawnbroker but said nothing and waited for Ruby to continue.
‘Treasure begged me to speak to Jimmy Cox about Star, and I tried over and again, but he wouldn’t listen, just told me to mind my own business. Perhaps I should have tried harder. Or sent Randall round to see him.’ Ruby was close to tears.
‘What happened?’ Imelda gently prompted her.
‘Last week, Jimmy Cox was found dead on his kitchen floor. He’d had an asthma attack and the police said it looked as though he’d been searching for his inhaler when he collapsed.’
‘Who found him?’
Ruby took a deep breath. ‘Treasure. He came home from school and found Star wandering in the street. He checked Jimmy Cox’s back gate and it was open, so he went into the garden and saw him lying on the floor through the kitchen window. He wasn’t moving.’
‘Did Treasure go inside the house?’
‘No. He says he came straight back home to tell me, and then I phoned for an ambulance. The police were called because it was a sudden death, but they seemed quite happy that it was just an accident. Jimmy Cox had mislaid his inhaler. Probably dropped it on the way home from the pub, one of them suggested. It seems the local police knew him quite well and didn’t have a very high opinion of him.’
‘With good reason, I suspect,’ Imelda added quietly. ‘But Treasure seems fine. Children are often much more resilient than we give them credit for.’ Imelda assumed that Ruby was worried about the shock her son may have suffered as a result of discovering a corpse.
Ruby shook her head slowly. ‘But that’s just the point. When he came home with Star that day and told me how he’d found Jimmy Cox he seemed almost pleased.’
Imelda could understand why he would have been. Jimmy Cox’s treatment of Star had been brutal and as far as she was concerned, he deserved to be dead. But she could also see why Treasure’s apparently blasé demeanour had made Ruby uncomfortable.